The Other Side of Midnight 6

The Other Side of Midnight – Chapter 6

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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A few days after the Health Centre, Claire phoned me and asked if I wanted to join them for a walk in the park. I wasn't sure, but she said there was a wet playground as well as a dry playground. I was a bit big for playgrounds, but in all secretly, still liked them, so I went along.

"Anyway, he has to do a punishment," Claire said.

Oh, well that clinched it then.

Apparently, the wet playground is so called because it was a large shallow pool with some stone statues at the edges that sprayed water into the middle for kids to play around in.

"Okay, Mark, there's no one around, so we can start now. You'd like a nice splash, wouldn't you?" Claire said.

I knew this was coming, but it was still wonderful to hear.

"And this time, Derek's going to supervise you."

That wasn't so beautiful.

Mark seemed more surprised than disappointed about this, as he got up and simply started shedding his clothes. Then he walked gingerly across the concrete to the middle, trying to dodge the fountain sprinklers as we went.

There is something about outdoor nudity that really turned me on. Even then. Mark was already beautiful, but that morning, with his named tanned body bathed in bright morning sunshine he just looked so natural. Yes it looked strange, but also strangely natural. It was just right.

"I think he needs someone to play with," Claire said to me. "Why don't you join him?"

"Me? I'm not sure he'd like that."

"This isn't about what he'd like or wouldn't like!" Claire scolded me suddenly. "I thought you wanted to help out with this? All you have to do is chase him around a bit. And if you catch him, get to spank him."

"Alright, but don't tell him that was part of the deal," I said, talking my shoes and socks off.

"Your jeans will get wet if you go in wearing them," Claire pointed out.

I looked around a little nervously.

Claire just groaned. "Keep your shirt and underpants on," Claire said. "Look - he's naked and there's no one around."

She had a point. Fortunately, I was wearing boxers, so it wasn't going to be too revealing. And if anyone did show up, Mark was certainly going to attract more attention than I was. I sighed, undid the button and zip on my jeans, pulled them down and off. It felt a little weird, but not embarrassing, although if might have been is anyone else had been there.

The deal, however, never came through. Mark is just as athletic as he looks and chasing him around a wet fountain was pointless - he was too fast and too agile from me. I got close once or twice, but not close enough. Ten minutes later, I was wet and tired and Mark was just as fresh as when he first took his clothes off. I went over to sit down on the bench beside Claire.

Mark followed and knelt down on the ground in front me, his legs spread and his balls and semi-hard penis openly on display.

"You need to exercise more," Claire told me, as she opened a bag of sweets and offered me some. I noticed she didn't offer Mark any - she just told him he was in punishment, and he had to kneel up rather than squat back on his heals. Didn't sound like much, but it was a beautiful little detail.

When he'd done so, she held out a sweet and he took it in his mouth from her hand like a dog. She did this a few times, while I helped myself from the bag and tried to hide my excitement at watching my friend being controlled.

Once the sweets were finished, Claire and I headed over to the dry playground with Mark following, still walking on all fours, groaning occasionally from the sensation of the air on his naked skin and genitals.

"Ok, I think that's enough doggy time," Claire announced, as she took his t-shirt out of her bag.

"Thanks!" Mark said. He rose to his feet, still sporting a semi-erect dick. "I was starting to get worried that you wouldn't let me put some clothes on."

"I'm not," Claire replied. "It's for you to sit on when you go down the slide. Wouldn't want you getting burnt on the way down, now would we?"

"But I don't want to -"

Claire just glared at him. She didn't need to say anything.

Mark hauled himself up the steps to the top of the slide. It was only when he got there, I saw the real point of the idea: when he was crouched at the top of the slide, he was more viable. Not that there was anyone around to see but he was also more vulnerable. Claire responded to this, by making him stand up on the highest point and wait a few seconds before sliding back down.

She repeated this a few times, before taking him over to the swings and getting him to play there as well. "Mark, remember to hold on to the chains so you don't fall off."

Mark reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of the chains supporting the seat on that side. Then he did the same with the other, trying to clasp his privates hidden between his thighs as he did.

"Now, now, legs apart," Claire said, as she stroked the inside of his groin with the stick. "No hiding!"

Mark closed his eyes and groaned slightly. He tried to hide it, but there was no mistaking the fact that he really like being touched like that. His penis grew to an solid erection just to confirm his ecstasy.

"Keep your hands on the chains," Claire said as she pushed him back and forth. I couldn't help noticing that his willy was starting to get hard again as he swung back and forth. And his face was getting redder too, but he was just too scared to contradict Claire.

"Okay, I need to head over to the shops for a few minutes, you guys will be okay here on your own, won't you?"

"What?" I gasped. "You-you're leaving us here alone?"

"Of course," Claire said. "You don't need supervision, do you?"

"Well, no, but -"

"Good. Consider it part of your role and your assistance. Just keep him occupied and - and you know -" she waved her hand about vaguely - "whatever it is you want when you're on your own."

I went bright red. It was just as well she'd already turned away from us and was halfway to the exit.

I tried to relax and turned my attention back to Mark. In fairness we could see if anyone was coming long enough for Mark to put his T-shirt back on.

"Feels a bit weird, doesn't it?" he said.

"Yeah," I replied, as I pushed him gently. His plump firm backside was right in front of me and I had a good reason to touch it and no one was around. No one.

"How do you fell, though?"

"It's so beautiful and horrible at the same time," Mark said. "Just make sure no one else shows up."

I wondered what exactly it was that he felt. How would I feel it it was me?

As he came back, I pushed his back a bit lower. Then, a couple of swings later a bit lower again. I didn't want to make him think I was doing it deliberately. One more swing and I could touch his hips - his soft, warm fleshy hips - and not have to worry about what someone though.

He came back .I grabbed the hips and with my fingers all the way around as much of his cheeks as I could, Oh God it was heavenly - soft and smooth and -

"Hey, why's he naked?"

I spun round. Two small kids and a girl about 8 or 9 years old stood thee watching me. Oh no - had they seen me? Did they think...?

How did the creep up on us anyway?

"Eh... he was playing in the wet playground and his clothes got wet," I said suddenly. I looked around frantically, but they seemed to be on their own - no adults. I said a quick prayer of thanks. "Where did you come from?"

"We were playing in the bushes over there," the girl said. They must have been there for a while.

The kids were all giggling now and pointing at him, which I think made things worse for Mark. "He looks funny," one of them said.

"He looks cute," the girl said, unabashed. "Wanna play?"

They scurried off to the roundabout and slide, but I noticed they were all still watching me as I carried on pushing Mark, this time keep my hands at a safe height.

A few minutes later, Claire reappeared and looked around. "Where did they come from?"

"The were hiding in the bushes!"

"What did you tell them?"

"That his clothes got wet and were drying?"

"Oh, okay," she said, sounding genuinely impressed. She looked over at the kids. "They won't bother us anyway. In fact that might be a little fun..." She turned to the kids can called them over. I have no idea what she said to them because she bent over and lowered her voice, but it resulted in the kids cheering, taking Mark off the swing and then getting him to play with them on the climbing frame, while Claire and I sat down on the bench.

"How long you gonna keep him naked?" I asked her.

"Until about thirty seconds before someone gets here," Claire said. "Should be more than enough time to cover him,"

"But first, I want to humiliate him more." She stood up and called over. "Hey kids! Come over here for a second."

They all trudged over. The little girl was holding Mark's hand and for some reason he had an even bigger erection.

"Okay, boys," she said to the kids, "do you know what happens when your willy gets hard and you stroke it a lot?"

They shook their heads.

"Well, today's your lucky day - today Mark is going to show you!"

"I'm what?!"

The kids looked a little suspicions. Mark looked horrified. I looked around to see if anyone was coming - I was both overjoyed and disappointed to see tat they weren't.

"I can't do that in front of other people," Mark protested.

"Punishment?"

"Claire, please!"

"Yep, punishment. You earned it. Now do it, or I'll make it worse."

Mark, without realising it had already started stroking his penis. Slowly at first, but then he took a deep breath and started walking. The kids looked transfixed.

A few seconds later he started rocking his hips and his eyes closed. I knew what this meant from experience. His wanking accelerated. Then another breath and I thought for the first time, he's really going to do it. He's really going to bring himself to orgasm in a public place in front of a few kids he's never met before he's -

"Please may I have permission to cum?" he announced.

"You may," Claire said.

Strangely, Mark took a deep breath and slowed down. He looked around at everyone.

"I have to be allowed to cum by three witnesses! Please, Derek!"

One of the kids smiled and said, "I'll allow you to... do it..."

"Okay, I give you permission!" I gasped suddenly.

And then it happened.

There was a groan and three spurts of watery white cum ribboned out of his penis. The first landed on his cheek, the next two on his chest, leaving snail-like trails up his torso. Finally, there was a few smaller spurts that coated his belly and it was done. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen and it was over quickly.

I was just as breathless as Mark was.

He opened his eyes and looked down at what he'd done, as his softening penis flopped down over his thigh and dribbled out a few last bubbles of semen. The little girl took that moment to lean in and touch his dick. Mark made no effort to stop her. Then she giggled and took her band back. Both of the boys went "ugh".

Finally Mark stood up, red-faced and still coated in semen. Claire threw his his t-shirt and said, "well, kids, it's been fun, but we have to go."

Mark knowing what was expected of him, pulled the t-shirt down over his cum-soaked torso and, naked underneath it, the three of his headed off.

(The End)